Chapter 240: The Consignor, Shang Zonghai
A short while later, Li Qiao pondered briefly before leaning back against Shang Yu’s side, her gaze sidelong on him, "Master Yan, does anyone in Parma still recognize this script?"
"Yes," Shang Yu furrowed his eyebrows, a playful glint crossing the depths of his eyes, "Looking for someone to translate it?"
Their eyes met, and after a pause of a few seconds, Li Qiao responded, "Of course it would be best if it could be translated, but the prerequisite is... the translator must be trustworthy."
As their conversation reached this point, Li Qiao keenly sensed Shang Yu’s interest deepening. She furrowed her brow and pulled his hand from the back of her neck, "What’s with that expression? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
The man lazily curled his lips, picked up a cufflink, and while handing it to Li Qiao with a rich, magnetic voice tinged with humor, "No problem. Your Uncle Shang... should be trustworthy."
Li Qiao froze for two seconds, her brows raised in surprise, "Uncle knows this script?"
Shang Zonghai knows it? What a coincidence!
At this moment, Shang Yu smoothed his shirt sleeve from the elbow and gestured for Li Qiao to help him with the cufflinks, while explaining in a low voice, "Yes, he once learned it specifically for the study of Shang’s ancient medical texts."
Li Qiao turned the cufflink around, glanced at Shang Yu out of the corner of her eye, lowered her head to try it on for him, and said with implied depth, "Wouldn’t it be impolite to just hand over the autobiography to Uncle for translation?"
She thought to herself that a person as astute as Shang Zonghai was often vague when speaking directly.
If she really handed over the autobiography, Li Qiao felt that... even if it was translated, its authenticity would still need to be verified.